| Well Im down here in the well
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| Looking back up at the hill
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| Well I thank heavens I fell
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| Must look more
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| Like myself
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| Now everyone is so kind
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| Everyone looks like
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| A long lost friend of mine
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| Im on top of the world again
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| When Im looking
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| Up from under babylon
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| I had a home in the fields
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| Earned my wage in the factories there
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| And I was raised by the mill
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| And I worked with my brothers there
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| I told my mother Id always write
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| I headed west for the coast
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| With the big city lights
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| Now mamma Im so sorry Ive forgotten
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| But now Im looking
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| Up from under babylon
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| Now tell me how far Ive been
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| And how deep was I in Tell me how I conceived
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| The vanity to believe
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| That I would not be outnumbered
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| By the thumbs I have been under
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| Now stray dogs in the street
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| Learn how to beg, steal, borrow and cheat
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| And in the dead summer heat
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| I fell asleep with blood on my teeth
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| But those days before I met you girl
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| Were just ice cream falling down
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| On the shoes of my world
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| Im so happy that youre my friend
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| When were looking
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| Up from under babylon
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| When were looking
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| Up from under babylon |